Families

You know what's great? Family. Because you can be practically eating each others' faces off, and then you can come back in an hour and know that they won't hold anything against you ever. My family is lovely. Of course, we have our little skirmishes, of course we do. But the vast majority of the time, we get along like little angels. Or angel-devils. Like my friend-enemy K. But that's a different story.

My family always makes an effort to eat dinner together, which I think is very impressive, considering how many things we have going on in my house. But lots of families only eat together once every eon or so, so I feel very lucky. We always have lively "discussions" at dinner that everyone participates in, from my youngest brother who's 8 to my dad who's 46. I say "discussions" because for my brothers' boy scouts, we have to have family discussions about... weird things. So these discussions are just normal things. I mean, if you count paradoxical theories and song lyrics as normal.

Another thing my family does is throw things. We pretty much throw everything. Well, I guess my mom doesn't, but she doesn't stop us from throwing things either. My dad credits himself with our fast reflexes. Which we developed after having salt canisters thrown at our heads. Today, Dad was trying to annoy my brother D, and he threw a little box of push-pins at him. But D doesn't like it when things are thrown at him, and he batted the box away with a Lincoln Log toy. And the pins spilled all over the place. It was hilarious. And dangerous. Don't do that at home.

Families kind of do a bunch of weird, quirky things to each other. But I guess that's what makes us who were are. Why will I never be able to say, "And do you know why?" without someone shouting out, "Because I had my tray table up! And my seat back in the full upright position!" ? Because I have a family. Which is wonderful.